This is a song about "From the ceiling to the floor to the floor"

You want beef? we'll start a gulf stream war

His girlfriend walks in and drops to the floor

I used to talk to her for many hours rollin' on the floor.

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

Keep coming back for more

Timeout, sit on the floor

Collapsing to the floor gasping like heisenberg your not fine,

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine

Shit... dropped the fork on the floor,

Or something that you paid for

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

Three punches to the face, you fall to the floor